South Side Story Lyrics

Yeh Yeh Yeh I done learned from mistakes like whos my man N' Whos not, like whos gon run and whos not Like whos gon shoot if you shot Who gon hold they own, whos not Who gon change glocks [Chorus x2] In the street of new york you cant trust nobody Niggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty Loyalty comes free and smokin weed is my hobby You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head Probably around the same time you use to pee in the bed Id stay awake cause my nightmares was seein him dead The smell of burnt tires peelin after leavin him lead The killer fled with a fuckin laugh My heart pumpin on blast I just stare at him slumped in the grass Arms movin, fingers shakin, spittin up blood DNA mixed in the mud, another ditch to be dug Their I stood stiffer than wood its the homie that use to buy me candy Now hes gone whos gonna provide his family My air bring this shit up n runnin I never thought Id be that sick Damn I wasnt suppose to see that shit Thats when I thought, it was more than 3 shots It could have been the aimin for me, maybe he circled around the block I turned around and my pops, he like what happened? This nigga rolled up and just started clappin, I can still hear him laughin [Chorus x2] In the street of new york you cant trust nobody Niggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty Loyalty comes free and smokin weed is my hobby You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] It was a regular day in southside, sprinklers n kids runnin And all of a sudden heads turnin, somebody did sumthin This nigga named, I forgot, fuck it he lived around the block Regular getting money nigga but loved to clown a lot Walk across the park stuntin and frontin Diamonds in his ears, diamond watch on, eatin a bag of popcorn Walked up behind a shorty and grabbin her waist She pushed him away So he threw the bag in her face She felt disrespected , shorty couldnt accept it Called him a pussy told him shed be back in a second But he aint payin no mind called her a bitch about 4 times Stayed in the park, with no niggas with him and no nine And then in no time an older nigga from behind Swung a baseball bat Left his face all crack Told him to take all that Hit him again popped his chain with a frown And left the clown with a stain on the ground [Chorus x2] In the street of new york you cant trust nobody Niggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty Loyalty comes free and smokin weed is my hobby You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Now all my days go by blowin that sicky icky California made me picky Chickenheads tryin to stick me with a hicky If we, roll up quickly, stick me, some was tipsy The location dont matter Im southside until they hit me Id be dead If looks can kill, Im from the ghetto boys But I dont know scarface or Bushwick Bill, My heart spills For the kids who aint got nothing and who got to steal, and from my Cousin I lost, lookd over the steerin wheel [Chorus x2] In the street of new york you cant trust nobody Niggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty Loyalty comes free and smokin weed is my hobby You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body

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